Archive - 2012

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Don’t Touch That Remote!
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I’m A Parent, No Doubt
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Baking Up Sweet Memories
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The Motherload: Gifts For the Work-At-Home-Mom
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The Sweetest Voice

I’m A Parent, No Doubt

  Parenthood is filled with anxiety fueled I-don’t-know-what-the-hell-I’m-doing daily doses of doubt.  None of us are truly prepared to be “in charge” of another human being. We’re all just kind of thrown into this  But, when you ARE in charge of another person you need to learn to do just that – take charge.    I have two children – our youngest has special needs. I had a normal pregnancy and birth experience and it wasn’t until our daughter stopped feeding and began to fall off the growth chart that we knew something was wrong.   I took her to several doctors; all of them told me to stop worrying. One paediatrician, who I ran into several years later told me, “Women have been feeding their babies forever. You just need to relax.” That was helpful. He also advised that we just “wait and see.” Seriously? But he was the professional and presumably knew what he was talking about. So I doubted myself — but only for a moment.   Instinct told me to take action. I packed a bag and took my child to Sick Kids Hospital Emergency. We were admitted and spent nearly a month in hospital receiving the care we should have had from the start.     Taking a stand or questioning authority takes me way outside of my[…]

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Baking Up Sweet Memories

Last week I spent an afternoon baking with my mum. No, the fire department was not summoned. This time. And to set the record straight, the time I set my kitchen on fire, I wasn’t baking. I was stir frying. Anyway, I had expert help this time. My mum knows her way around a mixing bowl. But, if you ever have the chance to cook in my mother’s kitchen, do NOT put food directly on the counter. She’s rather protective of her granite. When I tried to cut on the counter she said (shouted) “No cutting on the granite! And chocolate stains!!” After I carefully backed away from the counter top and hid the knives I said, “I thought that was the benefit of granite–that you could do stuff on it. Like roll pastry.” “Oh Lisa,” she answered. “I don’t roll pastry on my granite. Also, I don’t bake pies, I buy them.” So my mother may not be the “pie baking” kind of grandma, but she makes amazing cookies and bakes the best muffins and loafs around. And she makes me laugh, even when she’s scolding me about her rather eclectic and ample house rules. Last week Kraft Canada sent[…]

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The Motherload: Gifts For the Work-At-Home-Mom

I’m a WAHM. Not of the Careless Whisper variety, but the kind below {the first definition, though I sometimes sing “Stacy’s Mom while I work.} As woman who works at home, I’m in touch with my domestic side. And, as thrilled as I was to receive this present last Christmas *supremely sarcastic eyeroll* I would have much rather received something useful. Useful as in… something to make my office space more functional and comfortable and downright pretty. This is coming from a person who can’t sleep in an unmade bed or cook in a messy kitchen. Disorganized spaces are distracting. When my office is untidy, I don’t work as effectively. Everything needs to have a place. And if that place happens to be labelled, even better! Last week I received a basket of home office supplies from Staples. I’d been ogling several pieces from the Martha Stewart Home Office With Avery line and now I have them in my office! My now well appointed office. My co-workers seem to approve. I have to say, canines make terrific office mates. Until the door bell rings while you’re on the phone. Then I want to shoot elastics at them.   My daughter helped unpack the[…]

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The Sweetest Voice

  No matter how often I hear my children’s voices–and I hear them often since I gave birth to two chatterboxes–I’m never deaf to how sweet they are. Not the words necessarily, but the actual sound; the unique pitch and tone that make them easily identifiable in a crowd. Didn’t I read something about that and penguins? Oh nature, you rock my world. As we sorted through Christmas ornaments last week the kids sang carols, in the way kids do–loud and out of tune. My son sang in a prepubescent high pitched trill that only dogs can hear. While my daughter hummed in tone than can only be described as the lowest on the register. Granted the girl has a cold, but wow. Coupled with her inability to carry a tune we jokingly referred to her as “The Monotone Baritone.” Out of tune and off pitch, it was still music to my ears. Listening to them talk to each other, uttering phrases they’ve clearly heard from me, like mocking birds, makes me smile and reminds me that little ears hear all. *mental note: quit cursing* As I walked my girl through the school parking lot she chattered away, repeating herself,[…]

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